Hard news - Jeffery Deaver [108]
Sutton glanced at the picture.
Rune stacked the books in the small to-be-saved pile and asked, “Your conscience bothering you yet?”
“I’ve never had trouble sleeping at night. Not in forty-three years.”
“You want my opinion?”
“Not really.”
“You’re caving, just to keep your paycheck.”
Rune expected a tirade but what she got was a surprise—a small, hurt voice, saying, “I think you know it’s not that.”
And after a moment Rune nodded, understanding that Sutton was right. Sure, she’d bowed to the wishes of the executives. But the reasons were complex. She’d caved partly because she was hooked on the prestige and excitement that went with being a prime-time news anchor. Partly to keep a job that she’d fought hard for.
And partly—mostly—because Piper Sutton felt the world of journalism, and her ten million viewers, needed her.
Which of course they did. They needed the news handed to them by people like this, people they recognized, trusted, admired. An old boyfriend had once quoted somebody—a poet, she thought—who said that mankind can’t bear too much reality. Well, it was the Piper Suttons of the world who cut reality into manageable little bites and set them out, pleasantly arranged, in front of the public.
“I put it in context.” Sutton shrugged. “Boggs was innocent and you got him out. That’s a good deed. But it’s still a small story. There’s a lot of news out there, a lot bigger news. Nobody says I’ve got to cover everything.”
“I’ll produce it independently.” Rune sounded more threatening than she had meant to.
Sutton laughed. “Bless you, babes, and more power to you. All I’m telling you is the story won’t run on the Network. Not on my program.”
Rune turned to face Sutton. “And if I do it, I’m going to mention the part about how they wouldn’t do the story on Current Events.”
Sutton smiled. “I’ll send you the files and all backup, the stuff I saved from your desk. Give us your best shot. We can take it.”
Rune returned to her pile of salvage. “It’ll be a son of a bitch to do by myself.”
Sutton agreed, “Sure will.”
“You know, I could use a business partner. Somebody who was smart and knew the business. And was, like, abrasive.”
“Like abrasive.”
“You wouldn’t be interested, would you?”
“Wait—you mean quit my job and go to work with you?” Sutton laughed, genuinely amused.
“Sure! We’d be a great team.”
“No way in hell.” The anchorwoman walked over to the messy pile and began to help Rune pick through it. She’d hold up an object and Rune would give her instructions: “Save.” “Pitch.” “Pitch.” “Pitch.” “Identity-unknown pile.” “Save.” “Save.”
They worked for a half hour until Sutton straightened up and looked at her smudged hands with a grimace. She found a rag and started wiping them clean. “What time you have?”
Rune glanced at her working watch. “Noon.”
Sutton asked, “You interested in getting some brunch?”
“I can’t today. I’m going to the zoo with somebody.”
“A date, huh?”
“Not hardly,” Rune said. “Hey, you want to come?”
Sutton was shaking her head, which Rune figured was probably her reflex reaction to invitations of this sort. “I haven’t been to the zoo in years,” she said, laughing.
“It’s like riding a bike,” Rune said. “It’ll come right back to you.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on.”
“Let me think about it.” Sutton stopped shaking her head.
“Aw, come on.”
“I said I’ll think about it,” Sutton snapped. “You can’t ask for more than that.”
“Sure I can,” Rune said.
The anchorwoman ignored her and together they crouched down in front of the pile of mystery artifacts and began picking through it, looking for more of Rune’s damaged treasures.
about the author
Jeffery Deaver’s novels have appeared on a number of bestseller lists around the world, including the New York Times, the London Times and the Los Angeles Times. The author of sixteen novels, he’s been nominated for four Edgar